Thoughts are getting lost between the confines of my brain and the ether to the paper. They swirl and jump playing with structure dancing out of reach teasing me to capture them permanently. I watch them float away struggling to stay within reach wanting to be captured longing for the paper to be read. Words strive to come together their purpose is to entertain, titillate and draw the reader a picture of life. Words make us feel and long for more wanting to turn the page that the words have jumped upon. The fleeting moments of genius that burns flicker like a candle on a windy day with nothing to keep it lit. My flame will roar burning the words on to the page before they turn to the ash of forgetting. This ash clouds things it lies around in piles taking up space where the ideas could rise like a phoenix. My plan ? to brush away the ash to lay the foundation for more creativity a new fire. The ideas will float but not away they will surround me waiting their turn for a chance on the page.